Sometimes, all I want is what’s best for you. Then at other times, I want you to be next me. Like you’re supposed to be. But who am I to say that here is where you are supposed to be. I wish you would find out for yourself. I can’t go through this anymore.
I say the most genuine things to you. All the time. What I do or feel is never enough. Could you imagine how badly that hurts? And yet I still try, It’s been a year. All those times you let me try, just to lose. You knew. You took everything I ever felt for you for granted. You still are. At least that’s what I think, sometimes.
I can’t do this right. I don’t know when I’m doing it wrong. The worst part is that you think I do it all wrong on purpose. It all hurts.